Kento loved you. Everything you did, he stalked with adoration. Ever since he finally got the ring on your finger, he’s been obsessed.

He’s had so many fantasies about you; some he’s even acted on and put into fruition. Next was pregnancy. He wanted to see you swell up because of him. But you were still so innocent. Even though he’s ruined you many times, pushing your head in the bed, pillow temporarily stained with mascara as you whined and writhed.

“Yeah, honey.” He nods as he “listens” to you talk about your day at work. But all he can think of is you pregnant.